Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
My brow lifted. “And you?”
He shrugged. “I don’t mind either way. I just keep my chin tucked and keep my free hand in control.”
I leaned against a fence, taking in the smell of the small ranch just outside the arena. “I’m not going to lie: I’m nervous about watching. I pulled up some videos on the PBR site and searched your name.”
Brock’s face lit up. “You researched me, did ya?”
“Did you see my daddy winning?” Blayze asked, pride filling his voice. “He’s the best there ever was when it comes to riding a bull. That’s what Papa says.”
Brock reached down and grabbed Blayze, putting him on his shoulders. “Your granddaddy has to say that, buddy. I’m his son.”
Blayze laughed like that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. Even slapped his hand on his leg. “That’s a good one, Daddy!”
Brock and I looked at each other before laughing. It was evident how much Brock loved his son, and how much Blayze loved his daddy.
“You feel like hanging out with us tonight? We’re gonna watch Finding Nemo.”
I smiled. “That’s one of my favorite movies.”
Blayze shouted, “It’s mine too!”
I shot my gaze between both Shaw men. “I’ll watch the movie with y’all on one condition.”
“Anything!” Blayze offered up.
“We have to have popcorn and black licorice.”
Both Brock and Blayze scrunched their noses. “Gross,” they said at the same time. Except one sounded more like gwoss.
Like father, like son.
“Who likes black licorice?” Brock asked, a mock expression of horror on his face.
“Or popcorn?” Blayze said.
Gasping and placing my hand on my chest, I looked at Blayze. “You don’t like popcorn?”
He shook his head, his sweet little blue eyes beaming down at me. “Daddy doesn’t like it, so neither do I.”
How adorable is that?
“Well then, what will we eat while we watch the movie?” I asked.
It took only a nanosecond for them both to respond, “Pretzels and chocolate chip cookies.”
And I just fell a little bit in love with both of them.
Chapter Eighteen
BROCK
Blayze was passed out, his head on my lap and his feet on Lincoln’s. Finding Nemo had long since ended, and Lincoln and I had been sitting there, just talking. She asked me questions about bull riding. How the bulls were bred, the average bull age, if anyone rooted for the bulls. That one was my favorite.
“A lot of people root for the bulls. They keep stats on them and everything.”
“What happens if you draw a bull whose riders make eight on him a lot?”
“The stock contractors will usually put him down a level. He’ll go to some more inexperienced riders. That way, he can throw them and build his confidence back up.”
She nodded. “Get him a little ego boost, huh?”
“Yeah, something like that,” I replied with a chuckle.
Glancing down at Blayze, she asked, “Do you ever worry that you’ll get hurt?”
“I’d be stupid not to. I don’t so much worry as I try to focus on not getting hurt. I work out, do yoga, try to stay in shape. The better shape I’m in, the better I’ll heal when I do get hurt.”
“When, not if?”
“Yeah, baby. It’s always when.”
Lincoln looked to be in deep thought before she glanced back at me and smiled. “I’m excited to see you in your element tomorrow.”
I lifted my brow. “Oh yeah? I’m excited to show you.”
“I won’t be a distraction, will I?” she asked, suddenly nervous.
“No, just don’t wear any Daisy Dukes or tell me you’re not wearing panties, and I’ll be golden.”
Her face blushed, and she looked at Blayze. “Brock Shaw!” she said, playfully hitting me on the shoulder. She then shook her head and took in a deep breath. “I’d better get back to my room. I hope Kaylee is back.”
“I hope she wasn’t embarrassed about the whole Ty having a crush on her. My brother is a bit awkward around women. He’s never really had a girlfriend.”
Her brows rose. “Really? He’s so . . .”
I quirked my head. “He’s so what?”
“Um, I was just going to say, he’s so kind and . . . well, handsome. I find it hard to believe he’s never dated.”
I chuckled. “He’s had his fair share of women, if you catch my drift. None that ever caught his eye. Well, until Kaylee.”
“Kaylee’s caught his eye?”
I nodded. “I think so. At least, he sure looks at her like he’s interested, but then says he’s not.”
Lincoln thought on my words for a bit before she snapped out of it. Smiling, she moved Blayze’s feet off her lap and slowly stood. “What time should we be ready to go?”
“Let’s all meet down in the lobby for breakfast. Eight sound good?”
Her eyes lit up with what clearly was excitement. “Sounds perfect.”
I moved Blayze so that I could stand and followed her to the door. Before she had a chance to open it, I placed my hand on her arm.